The people's souls are not possessed, holding their heads and running around, ghosts crying wolves, Bai Sue closed his eyes tightly, fell to the ground, Huang Tong lost his father and mother, spread his legs and ran around.

A boy of thirteen or fourteen years old rushed into the army in a panic, and a long arrow pierced through his forehead, and his brain burst when he landed, and he died tragically on the spot, and red and white things were scattered all over the ground.

Death was sudden and swift, and the people were stunned, no longer running wildly, but scrambling in the direction of the city gates, cursing incessantly.

cursed the dynasty, Tang Baichuan, and Mo Lingfeng, but he didn't dare to curse the Son of Heaven.

Siege, counterattack, siege, counterattack, no one cares about the people, arrows rain, gunpowder explodes, ladders catch up on the city, hot oil is almost poured down against the city walls, karmic fire is blazing, in the rain does not reduce the momentum of the raging, everywhere passed, leaving scorched earth.

The common people were originally divided into men and women, old and young, rich and poor, parents and children, but at this time, they were all unjust ghosts and ghosts who were wiped out by the Shura field.

Some people knelt in the rain and folded their hands and prayed to the gods and Buddhas for protection.

As everyone knows, the Buddha said that all sentient beings have the wisdom and virtue of the Buddha, and they have already become Buddhas, but because ignorance covers wisdom, they can only cross by themselves and cannot cross by others.

The blood was piling up on the ground, and the people became duckweeds, drifting with the tide, not knowing where to hide.

On the city wall, Cheng Taishan's heart was split in half, seeing that the people had suffered an unwarranted disaster, and the corpses were all over the field, he hated to open the city gate immediately and let them into the city, but then he looked at the menacing Yongzhen army, and he hated to lock the city gate, even if King Kong came, he couldn't open it.

As soon as he was distracted, a soldier jumped up from the ladder and threw off a thistle, and the iron pieces in the thistle were sharply cut in all directions, and one by one jumped onto the wall, catapulted at him, and got stuck in the iron armor.

There were enemy troops attacking on his side, and he subconsciously used the technique of beating his son, slapping people out three steps away.

Where is Mo's Leaf?

The surroundings were too chaotic, he opened the way for himself with infinite strength, to find Mo Lingfeng, even kicked and slashed, walked out only four or five steps, suddenly someone on the arm was dragged, dragged him to a stagger, before he could stand firmly, a cold light waved against his ear.

Almost!

While holding on to the wall and standing firmly, he looked at the nomadic Qing who was dragging him, the nomadic Qing was dazzled by the knife, and behind him, it was Mo Lingfeng who was wielding the knife and chopping.

"Mo—"

Before a word came out, there was a loud "boom" in his ears, and the bamboo fire harrier thrown by the catapult under the city tower exploded next to the female wall, and the smoke and heat rolled in, Cheng Taishan took a few steps back, and the iron armor on his body was hot.

He couldn't open his eyes in the thick smoke, but there was a sudden movement in front of him, and he barely opened his eyes to see that a little cold light had reached his chest.

It's a spear.

He didn't have time to dodge, so he drilled out of his side with one hand, grabbed the barrel of the gun tightly, dragged it hard, dragged the gun and the people to the ground, and then threw away the spear, picked up the knife, bent down and pierced the opponent's neck, and without the slightest hesitation, he pulled the knife out.

Blood mist splattered, half of Mo Lingfeng's face was covered with blood, and he stretched out his hand to pull Cheng Taishan: "Go down!"

Cheng Taishan shook his head: "Can you open it?"

Mo Ye Feng nodded, "The time has not yet come."

The people downstairs in the city can still cry and curse, and there is still a trace of reason.

They weren't desperate enough.

When they want to save one out of a hundred, when they are numb and sluggish, when they dare to resent the imperial power and the Son of Heaven, she will open the city gate and show grace and pull them back from hell to the world.

She was not trapped by Tang Baichuan's schemes, delaying the time to open the city gate, and she could kill more enemies.

Besides, if her brother can die, why can't others?

Cheng Taishan didn't know when Mo Lingfeng's timing was, so he could only stride to the side of the city wall, insert a knife, grab an enemy soldier who climbed up from the ladder with both hands, raise it high, and smash it on the ladder.

A long line of soldiers on the ladder rolled down.

At this time, there is one less enemy army, and when the city gate is opened, there is less danger.

He hardened his heart and scalp to kill the enemy, but in addition to the shouts of the fight, the terrible screams from Li Shu's mouth always let go

His heart was numb.

There were still arrows shooting from below, and he couldn't look at them, but he could imagine the miserable situation of the people below, and a young child's cry pierced his ear, so that he could not hold back his cry of grief and indignation: "Kill!"

The rain was getting heavier, and the blood stains on the walls continued to wash away, and the blood pools became huge in the stagnant water, and the remaining people hid in Tibet, trying to escape, and some people picked up the shields and long knives that had fallen to the ground, hoping that they would be able to resist the killing, but a missed arrow was enough to kill them.

The corpses were piled up, a woman with a baby in her arms, standing beside Tang Baichuan, bursting into tears, the cry of the little baby came and went, once the cry was weak, the soldier immediately slapped it heavily, making him cry.

Blood flowed in all directions, through the cracks in the gates, and spread to the streets behind the gates.

Chang Long held the horse in his hand, watched the blood flow in, a peace charm wet and crumpled slowly floated from his feet, the outside of the charm paper was wet, and the tea leaves and rice that were breaded inside were opened—this was a pressure charm used by children, and there was salt in it.

He turned his head to look at Xiao Dou, "Is there any news?"

Xiao Dou took a few steps back, looked up at the order flag above the city tower, and walked back: "No."

The dark red gates fell into shadows and slammed down on the defenders, leaving them breathless.

They had never experienced how hard it could be to defend a city.

Chang Long looked up at the castle tower above his head and thought dryly, "What a dilemma."

On the city tower, Cheng Taishan ventured out and poked his head out, glanced down the city tower, and when he stood up straight, big tears rolled out, mixed with the rain and blood on his face.

While killing the enemy, he looked at Mo Leaf, "Open the door."

Mo Lingfeng shook his head.

"Let's go!" Cheng Taishan was anxious, and his throat was hoarse, but Mo Lingfeng's face was covered with blood, and he couldn't see any real expression.

Mo Lingfeng didn't look at him, and killed an enemy army, still saying the same sentence: "The time has not come."

Cheng Taishan wiped the blood from his face, raised his leg and kicked down, just as he was about to ask when the time was, his mouth had not yet opened, and suddenly he wanted to understand the so-called "opportunity" - the people were not dead enough.

He was terrified in his heart, and in addition to the horror, there was also fear from the bottom of his heart - at this time, Mo Lingfeng could still accurately seize the opportunity, which was really human.

But the people are innocent, and he really can't be indifferent.

He gritted his teeth, put away the knife, turned his head and began to run down the city tower, passing through the ranks of soldiers, soaking wet into the prefect's yamen, and slamming open the door of the study: "Wu Jin!"

His blood, fire, gas, and pig iron gas blew the wind mixed with the rain into the house.

The house is completely different from the battlefield, everything is in order, clean, a branch of apricot blossoms in the spring bottle moves with the wind, and the petals fall on the table in twos and threes, making the flower shadow more and more quiet.

Wu Jin was in front of the desk, wearing a spring shirt, wearing a crane, suffering from a cold and a headache, one elbow resting on the table, the palm of his hand was covered in front of his forehead, his thumb and middle finger were on both sides of his forehead, rubbing the corners of his forehead.

The wind frightens the flowers,